Everything we love is an accident that was written in the stars.
Tuesday, July 9, 2019
It was Monday morning after a lovely extended holiday weekend. I was walking across the Mississippi River to get a bike to take to work. The sun was shining out all jewels on the cold river that the Kayakers paddled on below me. As I so often do on Monday morning, faced with the prospect of working all day, and also faced with Summer and all the promise of the World, I thought "I just want to have fun today!" But what is fun?
I don't know.
I think it might be something that only happens when I'm paying it no attention.